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It's hard because Raleigh is on bottom but you better believe he's doing his best to trap and tickle Chuck into oblivion.

"More beans then I could EVER eat fuck youuuu-"

But obviously no heat behind it. It's actually fucking hilarious now he knows it's a prank.

"This is exactly the kind of thing I would do how dare you use my own powers against me"

He laughs, squirming and groping for Raleigh's hands to pin them. Stop it, fucknugget.

"I'm proud of it, thanks very much."

You deserve every single last bit of torture, Chuck Hansen.

"You're a monster"

He does not. That's just rude.

"Hardly," he snorts, rolling his hips a little against Raleigh. "I made you dinner. I gave you sweet pressies."

"Balancing your sins with good deeds," Raleigh purrs in reply, calming his hands to grab him up instead. Grinding up.

Fucking beans, you asshole. Come kiss him better.

"Mhm," he grins, leaning into kisses, knees pressing into the couch on either side of Raleigh's hips. It was clever, and he's proud of himself. "Life's all about balance."

"Oh yeah?" grinning up at him, fingers tightening their hold and pulling him down to grind up for that sweet, sweet friction.

"Look at you all zen." You're blossoming more and more each day, Chuck. Good god he is so happy to have you in his life like this.

He laughs, cheeks flushed red.

"Less zen, more hard as a rock, because you're grinding on my dick, Ray."

"Oh?" He asks, grin widening as he does it again. As he grips Chuck's hips and pulls him down harder.

"Am I? You should do something about that."

He growls, wriggling in Raleigh's grasp before pulling out of his grip and reaching to fumble with Raleigh's dumb belt.

"You asked for it." You shall receive.

Oh ho ho boy yeah he sure fuckin' did~ he's getting all the awesome birthday gifts this year. This may be, and he can't quite face saying it and fluffing Chuck's ego even more, the best birthday he's ever had.

As much as everyone hates Deerington he's kind of loving it... Hororrshow aside.

Hips lifting to get his pants open and shoved down, hard and hot and hungry. Excited as hell under Chuck's attention, one hand pushing up under Chuck's shirt.

Well. You could say it. You could fluff his ego and build him up. He'd never let you forget it, though. That's the only real con.

Regardless - he's fumbling to get Raleigh's pants out of his way. He wants to suck your cock and gag himself on it, baby.

Maybe, then. Maybe maybe maybe.

Right now he is way too focused on Chuck on top of him. The certainty of his hands, the graceful slide back to kneel on the floor between Raleigh's legs, the heat of his mouth- it's bliss. Raleigh feels like a king on the couch like this, a moan in his chest, hands fluttering into Chuck's short, soft hair. He finds himself torn between submitting and arching up, hungry and wanting it all.

"God-" he groans with pleasure as Chuck sinks down. They know each other's bodies pretty well by now, at least on this level. Every movement, every gesture, every noise.

"Fuck you feel so good."

Chuck's hands on his thighs, warm, firm, pushing them apart as he settles and swallows every inch. He knows what he's doing, he knows how to bring Raleigh to the cusp these days, how to tease him and string him along, make him sing songs that only Chuck is allowed to hear.

He pulls off Raleigh's cock long enough to grin up at him, eyes bright, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from his efforts. He knows. He knows he feels good, and one day, he'll let you fuck other things beyond his mouth, but for now he's content with this, with taking Raleigh back in his mouth and letting the head hit the back of his throat, constricting around his cock as he deep throats his - partner? copilot? boyfriend? - with renewed enthusiasm.

[Letting this one go now. Happy birthday blowjobs and fade to blaaaack]

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